As the doors to his office in the Coral Tower swung open, Commodore Reyner looked up from his work with a weary sigh and wry smile.

“Why do I get the feeling that my hopes for a quiet afternoon are about to be cruelly dashed? I am commodore of the greatest naval force Eorzea has seen in at least two, if not three Astral Eras─closest man to the Admiral herself... and still I am subjected to a daily barrage of questions from what feels like every adventurer in the realm. I am seriously considering an iron lock for those bloody doors.”

“Ah, but where are my manners?” He pushed the documents aside to give his guest his full attention and folded his hands on the desk. “Is there aught you require?”